A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum

So, I booked Max’s flight from KC to Savannah for Friday, June 8 (because he has only 3 days of vacation by that time), with a return on Tuesday, June 12. I asked Southwest to send a confirmation e-mail to me, to him, and to Emily. About an hour later, I got a text from the Divine Miss Em saying that “Daddy booked his flight for the wrong weekend.” Several frantic texts later, the truth was revealed: the date for Emily’s graduation is NOT June 9, as previously thought. It is June 2. The truth is out: Emily has inherited her father's calendar genes. So we will be celebrating Emily’s graduation one week later, with pictures of her in mortarboard and black gown and NOT having to sit in some stadium or arena watching people we don’t even know trudge across the stage. Max and I plan to carry forward with our previously scheduled arrangements – my leaving Sedalia after my docket on June 6 and maybe picking up Susie in St. Louis that evening on the way to the Aloft and Bonefish Grill in Nashville Wednesday night, and arriving in Savannah on Thursday afternoon; Mother and Don’s flying into Savannah on Thursday; Kevin, Kim, and Kate’s, and Kelsey’s, we hope, arriving on Thursday sometime; Johnny’s thinking of us while his granddaughter graduates from high school in San Antonio; Patty’s and Libby's wishing they could be there; and Max’s flying in the next day to Jacksonville and getting a car to get to Savannah on Friday; and a plethora of entertainment for the weekend with our favorite family and friends. Best, I am planning a couple of tours and a couple of dinners at a couple of fabulous restaurants, including the one that serves the best wine and Irish whiskey we have EVER tasted. Regardless of our calendar-challenged mess, we will not really miss a graduation ceremony. In order to satisfy our graduation hunger, we will make Emily wear her cap and gown to dinner. I hope no one will need to change plans, but if that is necessary, we will understand and will never hold it against anyone. We will simply think of him or her or them while we drink margaritas on the beach!